Colour is the touch of the eye, Music to the deaf, A word out of darkness.
I don't want to be a tree; I want to be its meaning.
I very much enjoy reading other writers' diaries, mainly because it makes me ask myself: Are they like you? How do they think?
We fall in love more deeply when were unhappy.
Without patience and the skill of a craftsman, even the greatest talent is wasted.
I want to describe the psychological state of the people in a certain city.